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Filling the Glass Ch. 01

By: mdp_2004



At times throughout my life I've played both sides of a tried but true metaphor. It's the one about the glass of water and when my glass is half full, I'm usually happy with myself and my lot in life. I focus on what's important and go about my business without worrying about lives surrounding me. When my glass is half empty, I am unsatisfied with my life and eventually I look for ways to fill it. 

I've been married for 20+ years to a remarkable woman. I fell in love with her when I was 23 and we got married when I was 25 and she was 27. I love her for her many qualities and for one adventure after another. In the early years we made love several times a week and on weekends we often spent the whole day in bed, fucking like animals until we passed out and then waking and going at it again. It was awesome and I couldn't have been happier with my choice in a wife. 

In our 30s we got busy with work, social life and separate interests such as exercising and what not and our sex life had to be cut back some. This seemed okay as my body needed more down time to recover from each orgasm and I assumed Suzanne's body needed the same rest. Still we managed to fuck once a week and it was sometime during this period that our day long sessions in bed ceased to exist.

I have some favorite encounters with Suzanne. 

She was dancing to the Doors when I got home from work and she didn't see me right away as I stood in the doorway and watched her. She was grooving to the music and her groove felt sexual to me. By the time she saw me, she was so intoxicated by the music that she smiled and kept right on dancing as she stepped closer to me. In a manner of moments we were kissing with her arms placed around my neck. She continued to groove as I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled the rest of her to me. Her grooving turned to grinding as we pressed into one another. She moaned first and then I followed. It had been a few days since we had sex and this encounter had all the right ingredients for an evening of fun. A few seconds later she removed her top, showing me braless tits. It was a welcome surprise and I thought little of the fact it was the first time I had known about that. She let me suckle her nipples awhile and then she pushed my shoulders to separate us. The separation was temporary and then she reached for my belt and unzipped my pants. Her hand went inside, found my hard on and then she pulled them both out into the open as she knelt at my feet. Without saying a word she took me into her mouth and went to work. For several minutes I stood holding my briefcase in one hand with my overcoat draped over the same arm and a horny woman resembling my wife sucking my cock. I lasted two songs and then I pumped a four-day load into her mouth as she swallowed what I gave her. 

On our fifth anniversary I took her to the best dining establishment in town and she dressed in the hottest outfit of the day. Every head in the restaurant turned in her direction. She hand fed me morsels of food from my plate and licked her fingers, filling my little brain with big brain delicacies later to come. After dinner we drove around the city and she suggested we go to heartbreak hill. There she put her head in my lap until she got my cock out and began to suck it. I spanked her ass and fingered her pussy and her ass with the same hand until I couldn't do it satisfactorily anymore and just came in her mouth. 

Those were wonderful experiences but the best was when she made my cuckold fantasies come true. I decided to go home early from a golf outing as the weather had grown worse without signs of improvement. When I got home and she wasn't there to greet me, I just figured she was in the bathroom or something. Instead, I found her whimpering on our guest bed with her hand between her legs as something played on the TV. Clearly she was masturbating with her eyes closed and so I stepped quietly into the room to see what if anything interesting was on TV. A familiar scene played on the screen. Two black men were pile driving a young blonde wife. It was a hot scene from one the VHS tapes I had stashed in a shoe box on the top shelf of the guest room closet. 

I looked back at her and this time she was staring right back at me.

"Hi" I said.

She kept her hand at her crotch, moving a finger in and out of her pussy while she pulled the left side of her robe open the rest of the way with her free hand. Her eyes were wide as she watched me watching her. It was an unplanned erotic encounter and I said nothing as the only sound in the room was now coming from the TV. I knew from the sounds made by the actress that she was about to gush out her orgasm. 

"I found your tapes a few months ago" she began.

I gulped but still didn't say anything. A lecture was already coming and I didn't want to add any more fuel than I already had.

"I've watched all of them already" she continued. Her left breast was now in full view. Its nipple was hard and upright. The movement by her hand had slowed but she still had her finger inside her. 

"I've never watched porn before and I can't seem to stop not that I've started."

"So you're not mad?" I asked.

"I haven't just watched them Bob. I listened to the stories too. All the women in the scenes are married." Her finger moved freely beneath her as she picked up the pace of stirring her pussy with it.

"I know that" I said. "It turns me on."

"It turns me on too" she whispered back at me.

Just then her eyes rolled upward and she rocked her head back. Her orgasm hit and her body convulsed before me. I couldn't hold myself in check any longer and began to strip out of my clothes. As another wave washed over her she exclaimed "Oh God, I'm coming." Her head rocked back further and she bridged her core upward and I was able to pull the right side of her robe free before she let body relax back onto the bed. Then I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my hard dick and moved between her legs. 

Her eyes opened as I watched her face and on eye contact she simply said "please fuck me."

I didn't need a second invitation and mounted her immediately. Her hole was so wet I slipped inside her with ease. Her warmth fed my lust as her legs wrapped around my waist. I sunk all the way inside her and then retreated until the head was just at her opening. She was so wet down there that there was no need to sink and hold as I usually do. Instead, I re-sunk my cock into her once more and then pulled it out completely. "Oh God, leave it inside me and just fuck me please" she said. The sound of her voice was convincing and so was her determination as she attempted to hump her pussy closer to me. 

I put my fists down on the mattress beside her and moved my dick back and forth inside her. She was looking up at me and sort of half-smiled as though she had a thought to share and was waiting for just the right time. I leaned down until our noses were touching and then she greeted me with a warm wet kiss. Her tongue thrust madly into my mouth and then I arched and lifted my head upward as I began to thrust into her much harder.

"Oh yeah, fuck me. I want my married pussy stuffed" she yelled. "Fuck me long and hard. I need it bad" she said and thrashed her head side to side on her pillow.

She was going wild like the wives do in the videos. Watching her reaction was thrilling and definitely keeping my cock hard. I couldn't tell if she was thinking of me or one of the studs but the need to know was less than the need to obey and pound away inside her. 

"Yes lover that's it. Fuck me hard and deep. I want my husband to see what a whore his wife is."

"Oh Jesus" I muttered. That comment stirred a curiosity already brewing inside me. "Does my wife want other lovers?"

"Yes she does" she replied quickly. "Keep fucking me and I'll tell you all about it." 

Her words excited me so I did my part and thrust into her so deep and hard that there was a definite clapping sound as our bodies collided. 

"You want to know don't you baby?" she cooed.

I nodded my head and kept thrusting my dick inside her. 

"The first thing you need to know is that finding those videos broke my heart."

I stopped humping into her and said "I'm sorry Suzanne. Please forgive me."

"Keep fucking me or get out."

"Are you serious?" I asked as I began to move slowly inside her again. 

"That's better. So then I watched them and one by one the meaning hit me all at once."

"What's that?" I asked as my cock expanded inside her.

"You want a wife that fucks around on you."

I felt her stare into my soul as she began to tell me in a lustful manner the new facts of our lives. "Well I'm going to do that for you but its really going to be for me."

She paused and waited for my response and all I did was to continue to slowly fuck her. I had a new problem. I felt as though I would cum soon and I didn't want to do that before hearing the rest of her explanation.

"But first I want to know a few details from you."

"Such as?"

"Do you want our marriage to resemble any of the relationships depicted in your movies?"

I sorted through the stories she referred to. I knew them intimately after years of watching. "I'd like a mixture of the Johnsons and the Smiths" I said feeling proud of myself for responding quickly.

"They are very distinct couples. Mrs. Johnson denies Mr. Johnson sex while she plays to whomever she wants. She has him locked in chastity. Is that really what you want?"

"I would like to know what it feels like to be sexually controlled by the woman I love, encouraged to make sacrifices and denied orgasm while she herself uses my submission as a driver to pursue sex with others of her own choosing."

"Are you serious? Do you think you can handle it?"

"Probably not, but I want to try."

Suzanne smiled "tell me why?"

"Because the thought is so bad and wicked, it turns me on."

"It turns me on too. I'd like to make that fantasy real."

"I'd also like us to resemble the Smiths. They make plans together and they play together."

"Wicked and playful, I like that." 

"If I'd known you'd be so supportive of this I'd of shared it long before now."

"I love you Bob. I want you to share anything and everything with me from now on. If it's not sick we'll probably try it. Okay?"

"Will you do the same Suzanne? Will you tell me your needs too?"

"I sure will. In fact, I really need to be fucked and I don't think you can satisfy me by yourself."

I nodded and slowed even further as I felt my crown expand.

"Tell me what you want Bob. I want to hear you say it."

"Oh God Suzanne, I want to watch you fuck other men; black men especially."

"Their big dicks are gonna stretch my hole."

"I know" I said not believing that was all I could muster.

"You'll be unable to achieve satisfaction when you fuck me after that."

I didn't say anything, instead trying to concentrate on not coming. Her honesty was brutal and that excited me.

"I've had black cock before and gave it up when we got married. Did you know that?"

"No."

"When I start again, I'm not going to give it up easily if at all. Do you hear me?"

"Yes."

"And you still want that?"

"Yes" I said and started to pick up the pace again. I couldn't help myself. Her news dredged my deep-seated lust and brought it to the surface. 

"I'll be going on dates again. I won't hide the fact that I'm seeing other men."

"I'll pay your expenses."

Suzanne smiled. "Oh baby you really do want me to be happy don't you?"

"Yes, I think I'm going to cum."

"Give it to me Bob. Give me your cum. Shoot it inside me."

"Is it safe, we're not using birth control" I said.

"Yes we are, I started taking the pill within days of finding your tapes."

Her comment threw me off for just a moment and I felt conflicted between asking her about that now or just coming and asking her later. The lust I felt was incredible and I decided to go for broke and ask her as I continued to drive on toward my orgasm.

"Suzanne?" I began.

"Yes darling" she said with a trace of anticipation in her voice.

"Have you met someone already?"

"Yes I have" she said.

"Have you had sex with him?"

"Yes I have. He's been in our bed several times."

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum."

"Do it. Fuck me and cum in me baby" she shouted and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist.

The magic moment was upon us. Her admission of having sex with another man drove me over the edge of reason and straight to pleasure-city. The head expanded and the liquid rose through my shaft and burst out of the tip. "I'm coming, Jesus. I'm coming!" I looked down at her and then closed my eyes as I arched and unloaded the contents of my balls inside her. One spurt after another shot out of me and into her and it was by far the most intense orgasm of my life. 

I was so turned on I stayed hard long after my orgasm and I continued fucking her. Suzanne rode out another orgasm and then she whispered the naughtiest comment that anyone has ever said to me.

"Baby go down on me? I want you to start learning your new role...clean up boy!" 

I didn't need to be prompted a second time. Quickly I slipped out of her and moved down her sexy body. I kissed and suckled her nipples but did not linger and then I made a wet trail with my tongue all the way down her front side until I was at the tunnel of love. There I paused to look. Her hole was slightly open and red with flecks of my cum still visible. It wasn't nearly the view of a woman freshly fucked by a well hung man but for our purposes and mine in particular, it served a purpose. 

Her hand found the back of my head and I accepted her cue and simply dove in. On contact I tasted my cum on Suzanne's wet pussy and then I heard her sigh pleasurably. I thrust my tongue into her hole and swirled it around and swallowed all that I could scoop out. Suzanne moaned and its pitch grew the longer I tongued her. Going down on a woman had always been one of my favorite activities so I felt at home here with my face between her legs. 

"Oh God Bob. Your mouth feels wonderful. That's it baby. I love it. Please tell me you're going to do this after other men deposit their loads inside me."

"Yes" I mumbled and nodded as I kept my lips sealed over her hole. "I want to get used to this" I told myself over and over as I licked inside her honey pot.

We stayed in bed like that for a long time and Suzanne palmed my head and came every few minutes. A few times she pulled me into her so firmly that I thought I might suffocate and a few other times she begged me to slow down as her clit was over sensitized. All in all though, we enjoyed the collaboration taking place and I made sure I cleaned her thoroughly. On one such orgasm, she squirted and gushed her cum and I was overwhelmed by the volume that splashed my face. I'd seen girls gush in porn videos but never in person and was simply amazed that my wife could do this. On top of that, the taste was out of this world: sweet and addictive.

As in porn after the girl gushes, she becomes so grateful that she must return the favor. Such is what I experienced next with Suzanne. First she grasped my hair and pulled it playfully to get my attention then she patted the mattress beside her and said "come up here" After I moved alongside her she moved into me and we embraced and rolled together until I was on my back and she was on top. There between kisses she whispered "that was the best oral you've ever given me." 

"I didn't know you could gush. That was the most incredible feedback I've ever gotten from a woman."

She giggled. "I've only cum like that for really big cocks." 

"And now my tongue" I whispered back.

"I think there was more to it than that though don't you baby. I mean you've tongued me before." She paused and looked at me until I felt her eyes bore into me and then she resumed "you had a purpose this time and you completed your mission with earnest and fervor." She paused again and smiled. "I think you know what I'm saying don't you?"

I nodded.

"Tell me. I want to hear you say it."

"I was the clean up boy and I loved it."

"That's right lover. You know I've never had one of those but now that I have I'm going to want to do this again and again."

"Me too."

She kissed my lips again and said "I'm really glad you feel that way because very soon I'm going to introduce you to the warm taste of my friend's cum as it slowly drips out of my pussy and into your mouth."

"Is he your black friend."

"He's one of many black men I know. We have history together and yes he's the one I called first after I watched every one of your videos and read the journal you stashed with them. His name is James and he is really hung."

"Will he mind if I'm around watching?"

"He won't be allowed over here unless you play too."

I smiled. It was the perfect answer and gave me confidence to support the direction we were discussing.

"I'm glad."

"Baby?" began Suzanne. "Do you think you could cum again?"

"Maybe" I said. It was honest.

"I really want to go on a marathon fuck. If I drain you now I won't feel guilty giving all my attention to James. I can call James. I'm sure he'll come right over."

"Serious?"

She reached down and grasped my cock with her right hand and started to caress and jack it. "He's so much bigger than you are" she cooed as she made my cock grow in her hand.

"Wow" I said.

"He's going to stretch me open while you watch. You'll get to see his massive cock push inside me. When I cum, I'll probably scream, but I don't want you to worry or think that I'm hurt."

"Okay" I said.

"And even if it does hurt, it will be temporary and then I'll gush for him I just know it."

She continued to stroke my cock, picking up the pace now that I was rock hard again. 

"Baby? Do you think you'll jack off as you watch me give myself to another man?"

"Yes."

Again she smiled and then she said "If I make you cum now do you think you'll be able to jack off to completion later?"

"Probably not."

"But you'll try won't you?"

"Yes."

"But if you can't make yourself cum, you'll experience sexual frustration."

"I guess so."

"Oh I think so. But that's what a cuckold husband needs to feel while his wife is fucked long and hard, riding one orgasm after another. It's what you want isn't it?"

"Yes."

"It's what I want too" she said and suddenly slipped down my body and moved her head to my crotch. There she took me into her mouth and started to suck my cock in the same manner as she had jacked it with her fist. 

"Oh God Suzanne. Fuck that feels good."

She let up to tell me more facts about our immediate future while her hand returned to my shaft to keep it attentive. "I want to drain you Bob and I'm going to. That's the only reason I'm willing to suck your dick." She paused again to watch for my reaction and when my cock pulsed in her hand she added "When James gets here he'll see that you are spent and useless and he'll know right then he can show you up easily anytime he wants. He'll fuck me til the cows come home Bob and I'll coat his cock with my cum while you try to jack off in complete failure."

"I think I'm going to cum."

"Good" she exclaimed and then quickly mounted herself on me. "Cum inside me Bob. After James uses me, I'll be so loose that this is the only way you'll ever get to shoot a load inside me."

"Oh God Suzanne I'm coming" I shouted as I sprayed her pussy with my final load of the day. It was a small amount but it burst out of my dick with the same force as any other mind blowing orgasm. 

"That's it baby. I can feel your hot spray. Give it all to me. I love it."

I thrust into her as the rest of my load finished shooting inside her. When it was all said and done she put her hands on my chest, dismounted and then leaped toward my face. In one leap-frog jump she landed on my face with pussy to mouth direct alignment. Her hands immediately slipped around my head and she ground herself onto my face. 


Filling the Glass Ch. 01



I loved her wicked mischief and eagerly played along by slipping my tongue inside her.

"That's it baby, clean it up." she shouted and pushed her wet hole against my open mouth.

"Oh yeah, I really like that" she said. Then I felt her move over my head and watched her reach for the bedside table. There she retrieved something and sat back down on my face. I had to push her up a little until just to breathe and once she adjusted I continued licking my cum out of her pussy.

I knew the object in her hand was her cell phone once I heard the tones as she dialed with the speaker on. "Just keep cleaning me out baby. I'm calling James to invite him over."

"Hello?" said a male voice.

"Hi baby, how are you? It's Suzanne Wilson."

"Hello Mrs. Wilson. How are you?"

"Quit that James, call me Suzi."

"What's going on?"

"I'm horny."

"Damn woman you are always horny."

"My husband is spent and cleaning me out. He wants to watch us fuck."

"Get the fuck out of here."

"I'm serious baby. Can you come over?"

"Sure, but I don't know about your husband. I don't want to get mixed up with him."

"He's cool with us James. I wouldn't do that to you. I want your cock in me and my husband knows his place in my life is clean up boy."

James' laughter was strong and deep. "Tell him to invite me."

Suzanne lifted herself off my face and moved the phone closer to me. Her cum coated my lips and nose and I started to grab the sheet to wipe off some of the excess but Suzanne swatted my hand and said "baby don't do that."

"Oh shit, is he really there?" asked James.

"Yeah, this is Bob Wilson. If you want to come over and fuck my wife, I won't get in the way. I just want to watch and then clean her up after you leave."

"Shit man. Are you fucked up? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

"No."

Suzanne shook her head as she looked at me.

"What?"

"Don't antagonize him" she said.

"What did I do?"

"James honey if you can't handle this just say so. I'll call someone else but I really wanted you to be my first stud lover while my husband watches and realizes he must now take a back seat to the other men in my life."

"I can handle it. I can drop by later."

"He knows where we live?"

"Yes. He fucked me in our bed last week while you were at work."

"Wow."

"James please tell my husband what I did for you."

"Your wife is a total slut man. She squatted down and licked my ass hole while she fingered her snatch."

"Wow" I said and looked at Suzanne. She was fingering herself and looking at me with hungry eyes.

"She didn't just lick around the hole man. She pried my cheeks wide and stabbed her tongue into my ass."

Suzanne nodded. She was breathing through her mouth as her fingers picked on the pace on her pussy. It looked like another orgasm was imminent.

"She's masturbating right now James. You're really turning us both on. Are you coming over soon or are you going to make us wait for you on your time?"

James laughed deeply again. "Make you wait on my time" he said and then line clicked off. I looked at Suzanne and said "I want to suck his cock too."

"Oh God, I'm going to cum" she said. Her eyelids fluttered and her eye balls rolled upward. Her fingers brushed frantically over her engorged clit several more seconds as her body began to quake. "Oh God, I'm coming. Jesus I'm coming" she said and her pussy expelled another load of hot wife cum. It splashed on the mattress sheet and pooled up between us. "I'm coming" she yelled again and then fell over on her side, facing me but now lying twice as far from me. 

I dipped my finger into the new pool of her cum and then put it to my nostril and inhaled. It smelled sweet and so then as I looked at her I put my wet finger to my lips and then I licked it.

Suzanne's orgasm was a hard one and even though her hand remained on her crotch she was no longer frigging herself. It took some time for her breathing to return to normal and as she attempted that I continued to dab my fingers into the pool and taste her cum. 

When her breathing leveled off she opened her eyes and smiled. "Welcome back" I said.

"That was really intense" she said. "I hope it didn't scare you."

"No, it was definitely a turn on to see you go wild like that."

"Good because that's how it will be when James fucks me. He's really very good."

"This is so hot, I can't believe we're sharing this" I said.

"I think it's better this way don't you?"

"Absolutely. I love you Suzanne. You are my wife and I'm your husband. We both need for you to achieve sexual fulfillment. In every other way we're still a married couple and we need to have open communications."

"I think you want to be dominated too, don't you Bob?"

"Yes."

"You want to serve me and watch me take on lovers who may end up treating me like a whore. They'll be my dominants."

"Yes."

She got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. "You want to be my cuckold and slave?"

"Yes."

"The sheets need to be changed. Put some fresh ones on and then take the soiled one downstairs and launder them."

"What?"

She giggled. "You heard me. I need to get ready for James and I need your help. I can't do everything."

"While the sheets are in the laundry, you can shower in the guest bathroom and then put on some boxers, comb your hair so you look presentable. Then come to our bedroom and make our bed okay?"

I thought about the fantasy that was going to become a real encounter and although I hadn't really considered the sheeting cleaning responsibilities before, I agreed to do it just the same. To tell the truth her interest in domestic chore domination turned me on too.



Filling the Glass Ch. 02



If you read Chapter 1 and gave me a bad review then I'm glad you're back to give me another bad review. It's people like you that make everyone else want to read my work. So thanks a million! If you actually like my story, that's even better. Thanks a two million!

+ + + + Present day + + + + 

When you love someone like I love Suzanne, you'll do anything to put a smile on her face. I don't know why I put so much importance on that but I do. It must be part of my DNA. It's not something she taught me. She's not a mean person or manipulative or anything negative. In fact, she's quite the opposite. Most women would have gone ape-shit over finding a stash a porn like I had. Instead, she took the time to watch them and realize the common theme. Then, with true love and devotion on her mind, she made my fantasy come true. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. If you don't like that then don't read it. The truth for me is I like the emotional topsy-turvy uneasiness that's inherent in this kind of fetish lifestyle. There is a certain spiral you get into and as the intensity of one level plateaus, I find myself needing a new level of degradation and humiliation. Ultimately, she lives a life of sexual excess while permanently denying his sexual release. I don't see this character becoming one of those enslaved brainless wonders who allow men to surgically alter them into trophy sluts. I like the woman who simply makes her sex life a priority over her husband's because he wants it that way. What he goes through is his own damn fault, not her's. Personally, I don't think I have the capacity to do that in real life. But in fantasy...it's all fair game.

+ + + + Continuing the story from chapter 1 + + + +

Doing my chores while Suzanne got herself ready for James gave me time alone to think about what was happening. The sex we shared this afternoon was phenomenal and I was amazed at the results of letting go and trusting Suzanne with my deep secrets. At times I even managed to get a hard on and keep it going for a couple minutes while I performed the tasks she asked me to do.

James arrived a few hours later. He parked his Mercedes in the middle of our driveway and strutted to the front door carrying a couple bottles of wine in his hands. His skin color was dark black and his body looked fit to me. He wore black jeans, black shiny shoes and a white tee shirt that was not tucked in. His hair was cropped short and overall he appeared attractive. 

"James is here" I yelled to Suzanne. 

"Let him in and introduce yourself" she yelled back. "Then escort him to our bedroom."

"Okay" I yelled back as he rang the doorbell.

My heart fluttered. The truth of the moment was upon us and my palms felt moist as I turned toward the front door. "Here goes nothing" I muttered and reached for the knob.

When I opened the door James spoke first "Hello sweetness." 

It felt funny to hear him say that but then I watched his smile turn to a frown. 

"That wasn't meant for you" he said. 

"Glad to hear that. You want to come in?" I asked as I backed up and held the door open for him.

"Yeah" he said and walked into our house. As we stood near one another I surmised he was about six foot two. 

After I shut the door I turned to him and said "My name is Bob Wilson" and I held out my hand to him. We shook hands and he said "I'm James Washington."

"So James what are your intentions with my wife?" I asked. I thought I was being funny.

"Hey man I thought you were going to be cool about this" he said.

I laughed. "It's cool James. I just thought it would be funny to ask."

"I just like fucking her. She's prime, feisty and obedient" he said.

"She's more than I can handle and I appreciate the help."

He laughed. "You crack me up."

"We want you to be comfortable here. I want to watch and do clean up afterward. It's just what I'm into."

"I've heard of guys like you but never met any."

"Same here" I said. I watched him as his eyes scanned up and down my body. 

"Where is Suzi?" he asked.

"I forgot. I'm supposed to escort you into the bedroom."

"Why?"

"She's in there."

"I know the way. I don't need an escort" he scoffed.

"James. You may not like my being here but that's the way it's going to be. If you don't like that then I think you should say so and then leave."

He turned around to face me. "What did you say?"

"I'm not a weak man James. I have a fetish. My wife knows it and she's playing along with me."

"Listen up buddy. I own your wife. We've been fucking for years. She's not playing along with you. She's cheating on you."

"She told me she's been seeing you. If it were anyone else they'd probably divorce her. I got a hard on. Go figure. But like I said, I'm not a weak man. If you want to keep fucking my wife then you'll develop good manners around me."

"What's your problem?"

"You don't respect me do you?"

"No. Why should I?"

"Because if your being here is not fun for me too then one of two things will happen. My wife will lose me for you or she'll choose me over you."

He laughed "Yeah right."

"What's going on?" asked Suzanne. She stood in a sexy black lingerie outfit I had not seen before.

"Your husband says I have a bad attitude."

Suzanne glared at me but said nothing as she put her arm inside his.

"He's uncomfortable with me watching and allowing someone to fuck my wife in my presence" I said. 

She looked at James "Is that right?"

"This is weird Suzi."

"He won't interfere" she said to him and then turned to me "will you Bob?"

"No. I told him that already."

Her choice in him over me was evident and this stirred my lust like you wouldn't believe. He called her Suzi and she didn't even slap him. She never let me get away with that. I called her Suzi once and she made it clear to me she was not a Suzi. She was a Suzanne, sexy and sophisticated. 

She touched James' face and drew herself closer to him until her lips were on his cheek and she made a trail of kisses toward his mouth. A moment later they moved to embrace as they formed an open-mouthed kiss. It happened so fast that if I wanted to object it would have been too late already because I don't think they would have heard me. Suzanne purred in his arms as they continued to kiss. She moved her bare leg up his pant leg and then wrapped it around his calf. His hands held her at her waist while her arms were draped around his upper body. They looked like a very romantic couple, so into each other that not a care in the world could disturb them.

When you watch your wife kiss another man like Suzanne was doing with James it makes you feel all kinds of emotions. I envied James for being the one who got to feel her press onto him the way she was. We had kissed like that before but I couldn't ever recall her holding onto me like that. My dick liked what I saw too. He was rock hard and poking out of my boxers to demand attention. Of all the other emotions to possibly feel, I wasn't in touch with anger or sadness. Perhaps I should have been but I was all about happiness and euphoria as I watched my fetish dream come true. My hot wife was in the arms of another man while I watched from the side. 

They adjourned to the bedroom at their leisure, kissing along the way. I followed at a distance so as not to intrude on their personal space. It was my responsibility and I took it seriously. Besides, I aspired to this opportunity for so long that there was just no way I wanted to blow it now with over eagerness. Just the same, it was hard to do.

By the time I peered into the bedroom she was on her knees and removing the second of his shoes and socks. Once both his socks were tucked into his shoes she placed her hands on his quads and rubbed them toward his crotch. James removed his shirt and discarded it to the floor as Suzanne unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. James had an enviable physique. He was muscular everywhere it counts front and back, top and bottom. I assumed that his physical strength was also one of the things she appreciated about him. In my mind, a man with a big dick and powerful muscles can give a woman like Suzanne the fuck of a lifetime.

I wanted to watch her face as she undressed him and so I moved into the doorway and looked for a place to watch from. Much to my delight I espied a plain wooden folding chair that was placed on the far side of the room. It was from our patio and it had not been there while I was primping up the bed for them. She must have put it there for me to sit in. They are positioned in front of our bed between me and the chair and I am afraid of disturbing them if I walk to the chair. So I remain at the doorway and crane my neck in hopes of getting a glimpse of her face.

She is radiantly beautiful. Her makeup is fresh and her light brown hair cascades over her head with many strands pulled behind each ear. A leather band is fastened around her neck and I wonder about it. She appears at peace and very happy as she looks at James. Her hands are in his pants and by the movement in her arms I think she is caressing his equipment. It's their foreplay and her purpose is to help him become erect so he can fuck her. I try to imagine how good it would feel to have her do that to me. If she did I would want to feel her finger nails rake my ball sac and cock shaft and then gradually ease off the pressure as she moved her fingertips to caress the crown ridge and head much like my own hand is doing to me now.

She helps him out of his pants and underwear and then she moves her face right into his crotch. Again my view is obstructed and I must adjust. I can tell by the sounds she makes that she is kissing his skin and once I get a clear view of what she's kissing I gasp. It's his cock and it is immense. She looks in my direction momentarily and I mouth "I'm sorry".

She responds by winking and I feel relief start at my heavy shoulders and work its way downward. He doesn't turn to look at me, which I am glad about. I just want to see Suzanne's lovely face as she accepts his tool into her mouth. Even if I hadn't seen how big he was a moment ago, I can tell by her stretched lips that he is quite thick too. Apparently it is not too big though because Suzanne makes sucking a cock that big look easy. She moves her head back and forth, each time taking more and more of his length into her throat. His firm black skin shines with her saliva on it and I feel a lust attack coming on as I take in the color contrast and the truth unfolding before me. 

The minutes fly by like seconds. With each passing minute, she adjusts herself only slightly and he seems content to stand there with his hands at his sides letting her give him oral sex. It must be pretty awesome to have a cock like that and any beautiful woman he chooses to share it with. I'm glad I get to watch them.

Without warning he backs away from her and then turns around to face our closets. He bends forward and rests his hands on his quads and Suzanne crawls on her hands and knees to him. I watch in anticipation of what's to come and I suspect something dirty before he says anything. He explains anyway as he looks at me and says "she sucked my cock pretty good but now she's going to go to work on my ass hole." Then he laughed.

Suzanne looked at me with glazed eyes. If I hadn't known her facial expressions so well I would have thought she was feeling only lust rather than the hint of shame I detected. Still, she didn't stop moving toward him until her breasts were in contact with his thighs. From there, she pried his ass cheeks open and then dove in face first. I understood how she felt even through I couldn't believe it was her licking a man's ass hole. 

But it was her and she met his expectations without hesitation. This wasn't a first time curious lick. It was a seasoned well practiced butt munching, featuring my wife and her long-time black lover. She was totally submissive to him, tonguing his black ass with a hunger beyond any comparison that readily came to mind. And to his credit, he moaned loudly each time her tongue lunged deeper into his hole.

It wasn't enough to envy the man for his large cock. I now envied him for the power he held over her. Suzanne is a striking woman and can have her way with men of her choosing, but clearly that was not the case with James. He was in charge and he was showing me what she was willing to do just to have his cock inside her. I saw him looking over at me again and this time he said "go sit in your chair cuckold."

I love what he said to me and obeyed immediately. It was nice to finally sit down even if the chair was wooden. Eventually it would be uncomfortable but I would deal with that later. From this vantage point I could see the back of Suzanne's full mane and her head tilting and adjusting as she ate out James' ass. A few minutes after I sat down he stood upright and stretched and then he spoke.

"Okay, get up on the bed and face your husband on your hands and knees."

I wondered what they were going to do as she obeyed him. Her face was wet and her makeup smeared and I suddenly recognized that for a man who copped such an attitude about my presence earlier he more than made up for it now. 

"Crawl to the edge and ask your cuckold for a kiss."

She giggled and he laughed as I gulped and decided he was absolutely evil. Still after she moved to the edge of the bed and gripped the bedspread with her fingers I heard her utter the magic words. "Please kiss me darling."

I melted like butter on a hot plate, leaned in and kissed my wife full on the mouth. We inhaled sharply together and I took in his nasty odors from her face. To watch her pleasure him was nasty in itself but to taste him on her was downright disgusting and familiar. Yet I couldn't stop kissing her. Her slave tongue swirled against mine as we fed off each other's lust. The foul taste subsided as the kiss grew hotter and then I realized I had experienced this same taste on her breath previously. It was by far the most twisted and revealing kissing experience of my life.

James got on the bed and moved in behind Suzanne. He jacked his cock a few times even though it was very hard already and then he began to put it to her hole. She was so wet I could hear his cock go inside her, just how far I couldn't tell, but for a first jab it was enough to interrupt our kiss and then she said "Oh My God I've missed your cock."

He rammed himself completely inside her and she groaned loudly as her body rocked from the intrusion. I think his hands were on her hips but I couldn't tell for sure as my vantage point didn't allow me to see that just yet. She held her head up as he took her but her eyes were closed and I felt somewhat shut out. Still there was much to see and hear and take in as I sat in my cuckold chair. 

Her tits moved back and forth and in circles as he fucked her. They are 36c natural, bouncy and fun. Her head rocked up and down and her auburn hair fell over her head and covered her face most of the time now. Her fingers gripped the bedspread and as if all that wasn't enough to get my lust going, the sounds crossing her lips were savage.

My dick was having the time of his life too. He was hard as ever as I stroked and watched the scene unfold before us. My wife was practically screaming out her first orgasm with James and I was quickly getting in touch with the possibility that I might cum again today. 

Her eyes opened briefly. They looked as though she was staring to some far away distance beyond me and then she closed them tightly again as her orgasm hit. She didn't speak in words at first. The sounds were guttural and strong and they conveyed an emotional breakthrough more than anything else. To his credit, James did not let up and continued to ram into her at the same frenetic pace he started with. His breathing was remarkably normal and he hadn't even worked up a sweat yet. 

He had everything I'll never be: a fit, strong body, a large black cock and the stamina of many men combined into one. Just like that he lifted her body so that her back pressed into his chest and then he moved them together until he was on bent knees and thrusting up into her. With his hands now on her hips he guided her up and down the entire length of his cock. It was a spectacular transition from doggie to vertical impalement and he performed it with ease.

To her credit Suzanne's 40 year old body lent itself well to the visual stimulation feeding my cock. Head-to-toe she was every bit the bi-product of healthy living: from diligent diet to fitness training to salon and spa tanning and pampering. Her auburn hair framed the perfectly beautiful face staring back at me. We held her gaze until she closed her eyes once more and then I took in the rest of her: bouncing natural tits, extended hard nipples, the small landing strip of hair, spread supple thighs, her open pussy and the shiny black cock that moved in and out of her. 

I had no idea how much time had gone by but the next time I really looked at James I noticed he had begun to perspire. The room was air cooled to a comfortable temperature but his sweat was driven from the hard paced fucking he doled out to my wife. To his credit, he looked damn good. From time to time he moved his hands from her hips to her rib cage and onto her breasts, cupping them and then reaching up to pull on her hardened nipples with his thumb and index finger. He was putting on a show as much as he was fucking her. She was very much the puppet and he the puppeteer and I was their avid fan. 

The next time James moved, he lifted his pelvis upward and then stretched out his legs. That had to have felt really good. Then he and Suzanne turned to lie on their sides while he made sure to drape his arm across her chest. If it had been me, my dick would have slipped out of her during this transition. But James didn't have that problem. He remained inside her the entire time. Then she turned her head toward his and they kissed like lovers once more. 

I rubbed my cock at this point because I could and it felt great to do so. A third orgasm was doable today and I appreciated the self-knowledge that it would not come prematurely. I could drag it out until the sight before me would be just too much to bear and then I would let go.

They were watching me when I looked up the next time. He moved slowly inside her and she allowed him to lift her right thigh. This afforded me a wonderful view of their union and it allowed James to push himself further between her legs and into her hot pussy. She moaned and said "I love being fucked like this." She paused to catch her breath and then spoke more.

"His cock is so much bigger than your's darling" she said as she stared into my soul. "And so are his balls. Have you taken a moment to really look at his equipment and let what we're doing sink into your brain?"

I held her eye contact a few moments longer and then I looked at his crotch. His ball sac was enormous and the two orbs inside it were huge but no emotion really touched me until I looked at Suzanne again. This time she had an all knowing smile on her lips and she crooked a finger to beckon me closer to her. I remained in my chair but leaned forward until it was impossible to stroke my cock while still holding it in my hand. 

"I want you to ask James to cum inside me."

"Jesus" I whispered. 

"Tell him you want to suck out a hot load of man cum and you're willing to clean him up too if he delivers."

I couldn't help it. Her words and her audacity turned me on and as I turned to James he was waiting for me to speak.

"Will you come inside my wife please?"

"Uh huh" he grunted.

"Will you please allow me to clean up your cock and balls with my mouth?"

"Yep" he said.

I sat back in my chair and resumed jacking my dick. It had softened some but was now returning to its desired state: hard as a rock. 




Filling the Glass Ch. 02



"Thank him Bob. Jesus. You know better than that."

I laughed and said "Thank you James. This is so hot. I'm glad you're letting me watch and participate."

"Okay darling that's enough talking for now."

Then she turned to James and said "Thanks from me too."

"No problem. It's hot."

She leaned toward him and they kissed once more as James continued to push himself inside her. His right hand moved up alongside her face and he held her in position as they tongue kissed. It looked like she might be straining her neck but neither appeared willing to sacrifice their kiss for her comfort. I can't think of a single time in my marriage that Suzanne allowed me to take her like that.

When he finally let go of their kiss, he pushed her until she was face down and he climbed on top of her. His legs draped over her legs and when I looked at their union this time, all I could really see was his tight ball sac. From this position, James picked up the pace yet again and Suzanne began to shout "fuck me baby, fuck me and cum in me please!" over and over again.

He was ramming her deep and hard again and every few strokes I managed to see his entire wet cock. The shaft looked to be as thick as my wrist. It was shiny and coated with her cum and the realization that he must be stretching her cunt turned me on. Both of them grunted and groaned with each pounding stroke he gave her but she became even louder just after he leaned forward and pressed his full weight into her. It sounded as though he asked her something. Her response was definitive.

"Yes, please come inside me. I want you to dammit!"

He grunted loudly and arched his back. His hands rest on the mattress beside her and his cock was buried inside her pussy. She made a really high pitched sound and then his ass cheeks clenched tightly and I realized he was coming inside her. They remained still like that for about ten seconds while I stroked furiously in hopes of catching up to where they were. I was almost there when he began to move in and out of her again and I saw clumps of white sticking to his shaft. The visual confirmation had significant meaning to me. Years of self-programming suddenly sprang to life and I knew I must sacrifice my orgasm. It was a twisted promise I made to myself that if I ever had a wife willing to cuckold me, I would show my respect through self denial. In my mind if I couldn't control myself she would with a chastity device. It was hard but I stopped stroking and tried to admire what they had accomplished already. I was her cuckold husband now and James was her lover. 

A few minutes later he got up and stood on the floor beside my chair while Suzanne lay on the bed face down with her thighs open. Her pussy was inflamed, red and extremely wet. His cum was at her opening though it was not yet running out of her. 

When I looked at him he grinned broadly and pointed at his cock. Then he snapped his finger and I got the message. To be sure, I looked up at his face again and he simply nodded. 

He was semi-hard still when I leaned in from where I sat and began to lick the tip. When the head was in my mouth, he palmed the back of my head to control my movement. "No teeth" he said loudly. 

I heard Suzanne move on the bed and then gasp. "Oh my God you're doing it. James honey I'm so glad you're making him clean you up."

"It feels pretty weird but in a good way" he said.

"I bet. Is he cleaning you up good?"

"He has a ways to go but he looks like he's enjoying his new job" James said and then his voice cracked with laughter.

"Be sure and lick those balls clean Bob" said Suzanne. "After that you can come over here and clean me up too."

I spent about ten minutes on James and enjoyed myself immensely. When I finished the cleanup task, his cock and balls were void of cum and he was also sporting a pretty firm cock too. When I turned to face the bed again, I saw how Suzanne had repositioned herself. She lay on her back, presumably staring at the ceiling with her legs hung over the side of the bed. Her thighs were open and her pussy was still red and swollen but not gaping open as I had hoped. I wondered about the quality of James' spunk inside her as well. Did her womb keep it nice and warm? Maybe next time I will eat her out first and see if there is much of a difference.

I leaned toward my wife's open legs but could not reach her with my mouth and so I asked for James' permission to leave my cuckold chair. The question put him off guard until Suzanne chimed in. "You told him to sit in his cuckold chair sweetie. Remember?" 

James nodded and said "oh yeah." He looked at me quizzically and then said "you don't need my permission. Just get up and do your job. Clean that slut's cunt so I can fuck it up again."

"Oh but he does need permission, don't you darling?" she asked turning to me. 

I nodded my head. 

"Fine. Be a fucking wimp then."

"Thank you sir," I said to James.

"Okay" he said.

Suzanne lay back on the mattress as I moved off the chair and knee-walked to edge of the bed. On closer inspection, her pussy was magnificently swollen. Had I not witnessed his pounding into her earlier and only just walked in now, there would still be no mistaking the sight before me. Clearly she had been well-fucked.

Clear fluid seeped from the space between her labia and it was there that I decided to dab the tip of my tongue first. On the moment of contact Suzanne's hands found the back of my head and she began to gently massage my scalp. The moisture between her vaginal lips tasted the same as I had experienced while cleaning his cock. It was good stuff and as I lapped it up my wife began to talk. "That's it baby, eat it up." 

I couldn't help myself. She was my fantasy come true, giving me an afternoon of sordid bedroom activity with another man and putting me to work as her clean-up boy. If it happened only once in our lifetime I would be grateful to carry the memories with me to my grave. And so I continued thrusting my tongue inside her, searching for his main deposit while feeling the reassurance of her fingers caressing the back of my neck. 

As I lapped up her juices I wondered about the payload and where it might be. My tongue was hitting lots of tasty places inside her but still there was no pooled amount waiting for me. Then it hit me. I was searching based on my own capability and had not considered a man with a cock like his, which most probably planted his seed so much deeper inside her. The more I thought about it that way the less I wanted to struggle and stretch out my tongue in hopes that I would somehow get there. Still, I did enjoy what I was doing. I love going down on a woman and going down on my wife after she's had sex with another man was even hotter.

I decided she was as clean as I could get her, so I backed off and lifted my head to speak. Immediately, my face felt sticky. "Suzanne?" I began.

"Yes darling what is it?"

"Would you mount my face please? I think his semen payload is buried deeper than my tongue can reach."

She giggled and said "Oh My God. Listen to you Bob. You're a natural. I love it."

She swung her legs over and curled up on her side for a moment and I said "would you like for me to lie on our bed?"

"I think you should just kneel on the floor where you belong then the bitch can mount your face" said James.

Suzanne stared at James. She didn't appreciate the b word in reference to her. I thought just the opposite. It was a significant attribute of our relationship. If he owned her sexually and otherwise, then in my mind he was certainly entitled to label is property any way he chose. We didn't have to like it but as long as Suzanne desired his cock, we could learn to put up with his vocabulary. 

She knew the drill too and didn't sass him back. Instead she turned her gaze to me as she got off the bed. With her crotch pointing down she suddenly began to act quickly as though she needed to pee or something. Then it dawned on me that I was right. His semen payload was still in there and it was now starting to flow downriver. 

"Just wait there, let me come to you" I said and knee walked the distance to close the gap between us. In seconds my lips were at her crotch and she worked in collaboration with me. Then with my lips sealed at her opening I thrust my tongue into her hole and felt his liquid pour into my mouth. His semen had long since chilled and lost its thickness, but the taste made my purpose clear. I was the cleanup boy and in one glorious gulp, the tasty load slipped into my stomach. 

I continued to thrust my tongue inside her and Suzanne seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm as she began to grind herself against my face. She let out a big sigh and once again grasped my head in her hands. "That's it darling" she cooed. "Lick mama's pussy clean so daddy can fuck a clean cunt again and again."

Within moments Suzanne was beside herself with desire. I thought she was going to cum again as she attempted to grind herself firmly against my face. The more she pressed her crotch to my face the harder it became for me to keep my mouth on her pussy. It got to the point where my task was over whether I liked it or not and she was just face fucking me.

"Oh God, Yes, I love this" she shouted. "We turned you into a cuckold and now I'm rubbing your face in it. Don't you just love it?"

I nodded as best I could. I loved every humiliating second of her attention. This was way better than I had imagined.

"Yes I know you do darling" she said. "I'm so wet and turned on again. I want to lie on our bed in with my legs spread wide and wait for someone to turn me into his personal whore."

Then she cast herself off me and moved onto the bed in a flash. What she said and the way she said it made me think she wanted me to fuck her. But when I turned to look at her for confirmation, she called to him instead. "James do you want to fuck me again or what?"

"Absolutely" he called back to her.

It was then that the truth really sunk in and I realized my fantasy come true was solidified. The emotions caught me off guard. They were more powerful than I had ever dreamed possible and I felt myself weep internally as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I had dug holes for myself to climb out of throughout my life but nothing as deep as this. The view filled my heart with sadness and fear as I watched her hold her arms open to him and say "Come here and give it to me you big stud."

I was feeling the roller coaster ride of emotions as he got onto the bed and mounted her. They were missionary now and he slipped into her with ease. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he moved his big arms beneath her. They kissed passionately while he continued to thrust inside her. His mouth practically covered her's and it looked at though he was consuming her. In that moment, I thought our marriage would never be the same. When he let up on their kiss, he thrust into her harder and she let out a torrent of moans and exclamations. I was dying inside and my tears were free-flowing.

"Oh God James fuck me" she began. "Your dick is so big. I love having it inside me."

I watched as he pounded into her, causing her thighs to yield to his thrusts. It was my nightmare, yet hot and alive and beautiful. She moaned with him and lightly raked his back with her nails as she wailed "Oh God your cock feels so good." 

My lust was right in the mix with all the fear and sadness and I was rubbing my dick to keep pace with his thrusting. Their interaction was just too hot to deny and my dick rose with excitement, renewing its own interest in a powerful orgasm. If she told me to stop masturbating, I'm not sure that I could as the desire to release my pent up lust was growing stronger by the second.

To his credit, James' full on assault of her pussy was all she could handle. There were no cutting words emanating from her lips telling me to stop. It was all she could do to hang onto him with her arms. Her legs were hopeless, flopping up and down with his movements. The scene before me now was straight out of gonzo porno: power fucking with unmerciful pile driving thrusts. The actors were in their own world and the script didn't involve interaction with me. 

"Oh God I'm coming" yelled Suzanne. Their bodies collided roughly as he continued to pound her. "Don't stop, keep fucking my married cunt!" Her body shook violently beneath him. "Stretch it open, ruin it for my little dicked husband. Oh God I'm coming again. I love it. Fuck me with that big cock."

When she referenced me, I knew she still loved me and I watched them with earnest again.

James slowed up long enough to grasp her tits with both hands. He squeezed each one individually until each orb appeared as it might burst at the nipple. Then he leaned down and took hold of one nipple with his lips and sucked on it real hard.

Her face tightened as though his oral work hurt a little but then her hand reached the back of his head and she said "bite them Master."

Her request and specifically the last word took my attention and state of arousal to a new level. All the other clues came to mind and I realized the truth of their relationship. He did own her and I was sure he had everything to do with the collar on her neck too. 

She yelped once as he bit down on her nipple. I watched her face briefly as it contorted and relaxed and then I looked at him. He was biting at her nipple, covering it with his lips. Her fingers were laced behind his head as she encouraged him to keep it up. His ass moved up and around as he continued to grind his cock into her. Multi-tasking never looked so good.

James is nobody and black and yet I envied him. He held a truly significant position in our lives as my wife's preferred lover. She not only gave him everything she ever gave to me when we made love: moans, groans and sweet whispers; but she also gave him so much more. The invitation to bite her was significant. It said she wanted his mark on her flesh and dare I say she wanted me to know it too. 

Their relationship was in plain view now and I knew in my gut that she would never hold back with him. Her passion and lust were aimed at pleasing him and freeing herself to enjoy the savagery of his intentions with her. 

I jerked off furiously as he continued to grind away at her pussy, expanding it in ways I never would be able to with my own equipment. She moaned with every push inward and she groaned and whimpered every time he bit her nipples. 

When he let go of her breasts, he rose upward. They were still joined and she was leveling off from another orgasm while he continued to rock back and forth inside her. He pushed her knees to her shoulders and she held them in place for him. But then he moved one leg to the side and stretched her other leg alongside his chest so that the bottom of her foot was at his mouth. He kissed her foot and sucked on her toes as he continued to ride her. 

I became ready to cum when he pushed both her legs wide and placed her hands on her ankles so she could hold herself open to him. I stood and watched her tits bounce and wave as he drove her through another strong orgasm. It was a show I'll never forget. Her beautiful body wracked in pure bliss. Her body shook and her head flailed side to side on the mattress. Her arms rose and fell as she attempted to hold onto his massive arms. I held back as long as I could and then shouted "I'm coming" as my sperm blasted toward the mattress and onto the floor.

He looked at me and laughed. The he said "Be sure and lick that up."

He fucked her at least another 20 minutes before they changed positions. When they did change it was only after he announced his own orgasm was near and she begged him to let her finish him off with her mouth. I was numb as I watched them enjoy each other to the end. When he was ready, he pulled out of her pussy and for a brief moment I saw her gape open. It was a sight I'll never forget: raw, used, swollen and open. It was a sight I wanted to see and now that I had, it was confirmation that I would be a cuckold for life.

She swung her body around and got on all fours. Her priority was him now and she opened her mouth as she tilted her head back slightly and waited. He stood and fisted his cock, stroking it a few times only and then he shot thick ropes of hot cum on her face and into her mouth. He grunted loudly and she moaned as each gob splashed her face and lips. Her tongue extended to its limit and she caught the rest there. Then she turned toward me and I saw my wife for what she truly was: a cum-glazed slut, beautiful and free. Then she swallowed audibly and moaned like a person does when they taste something great.



Filling the Glass Ch. 03



...story picks up from chapter 2. 

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I'm enjoying the comment reviews and the emails. Keep em coming. I'm impressed that my audience is so educated. though, to the reviewer with the PHDs, I got a little advice for you: get a spell checker. And by the way, PHD stands for 'piled high and deep' and in your case the hole you dug for yourself is twice as deep. good luck paying off your loans. 

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"I got to go" said James. 

"No!" yipped Suzanne. "I want you to stay and fuck me again."

I couldn't believe the prowess she had. She'd been fucked by two men today. She looked exhausted and she still wanted more. 

"Use him or a toy then. I don't care. I have things to do."

"When can you come back?"

"Maybe tomorrow or the next day, we'll see."

"Go then" she said and fell back onto the mattress. Her body resembled of heap of lifelessness. 

He dressed himself quickly and then he turned to me and said "follow me."

We walked to the front door and he turned to me and said "Is this what you wanted?"

I laughed and nodded. "I think so" I said.

"Do you want a next time?" he asked.

"I do."

"I liked having you suck my dick. If you tell anyone, we're done."

"I won't tell. But can I ask you something please?"

"What's that?"

"Are you her Master?"

"It's just role play. Your wife loves you. I hope you know that."

"You look hot together. What kind of dominance play does she enjoy?"

"She likes rough sex. Couldn't you tell she liked the way I pounded into her and bit her tits?"

"Yes. What other things have you done with her that she likes?"

"Well you saw her lick my ass hole out didn't you? She even kissed you on the mouth. How did I taste?" He laughed.

"It was foul."

"I'm sure it was. But you liked knowing she did it to please me didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You're a lot like her then. She enjoyed showing you her true self. She's a natural, open-minded slut. I've never met anyone like her or you for that matter. You're both fun. Now I got to go."

"One more thing" I said.

"What's that?"

"Have you ever turned her out to your friends or thought about it?"

He looked at me long and hard before he answered. I wanted to say more the longer he delayed his answer as I was feeling uneasy and restless.

"If we go there, you can't suck my dick. Is that what you want?"

"Do you have any gay friends that could fuck me in front of my wife?"

"No man."

"Yeah I guess not." I looked at the floor.

"Ask your wife. Maybe she knows some."

I looked at him. He looked intense but there was a kindness in his eyes and I wondered if Suzanne saw that in him too. "I'm not really into guys. I just want my wife's Master to dominate me too."

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I can ask. Thanks."

He walked out and I shut the door and locked it behind him. Then I returned to the bedroom to find Suzanne sprawled out on the mattress. She was asleep with her legs open and her pussy had that wet used look. Her tits lay flat on her chest and her face was relaxed. 

"Are you awake" I asked.

She stirred a little and stretched and yawned. "Just barely" she responded.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

"Mmm, come here" she said and patted the mattress beside her.

I lay down beside her and she turned to me and kissed me on the mouth. His semen had dried on her lips and was quickly hydrating. I could taste him on her breath as well and I began to get an erection again. I placed my arm over her shoulder and pulled her into me as we continued our nice kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth and her lips moved as she felt my erection press into her. "Oh darling, you are hard again. Do you think you can fuck me once more?" she whispered excitedly.

"Maybe" I whispered back. "This is all so incredibly thrilling. I love tasting his cum on your breath, knowing I just watched you both fuck for hours."

"I'm glad you love it too darling. We're going to have so much fun. It's a new chapter in our lives and it's incredibly exciting isn't it?"

"Absolutely" I said and felt her hand grasp hold of my dick. She fisted it lightly and stroked me back and forth as I gazed into her eyes. She kissed me on the lips and I felt my dick throb in her hand as my brain filled with decadent thoughts of sex.

"Is he really your Master? Does he own you really?"

"No darling. It's just fun and games. Did you believe it was real?"

"Yes."

"And that excited you too didn't it?"

"Yes."

"He's not like that but I could be. I could let another man own me completely if you want to go there."

"I'd want to be owned by him too. I told James that at the front door on his way out. He said he'd think about it."

"Did he? You talked with him? Was it his idea?"

"No. We just started talking. I think he wanted to clear his conscience." 

"He's a good man. I love his cock Bob. But if we want someone to own both of us and control you sexually while he treats me like a whore on a permanent basis, I think we'll need to find someone else."

"Do you want me controlled sexually Suzanne?"

"The thought has some appeal but I also want my husband to enjoy fucking my brains out too" she said softly. 

"I'd like that too. But couldn't we try working together and maybe train James to be our dark Master."

"Oh you are a bad boy aren't you?"

"In a way I think you influence his behavior and he obviously likes you" I said. 

Suzanne looked into my eyes and I smiled at her. The experience on her face felt like she was searching me for assurance of my sincerity. I felt like asking her what else she needed from me to convince her I was serious but then she said "I'm sorry I cheated on you." She paused as her apology took hold of my heart. "I should have just told you I found your stash and watching them turned me on. I want you to know that I truly love you. You are my husband and I thought if you're so into this I could make your fantasy come true."

"You did Suzanne. You were very successful."

"No Bob. I cheated on you. That's not success. I just got lucky that you are so open-minded and you love me enough to support my addiction for cock."

Her honesty was overwhelming and I leaned closer and kissed her on the lips. It was a brief kiss meant to be reassuring. "I want our slate to be clean and if we follow through with James or other men it will be a mutual decision. Okay?"

"Okay Suzanne. I accept your apology and I appreciate what you're saying. But I also am glad you're open minded about having me as your cuckold. It's been my fantasy for so long but I was never courageous enough to tell you. So, I'm sorry for that too."

"Okay darling, from this point on let's promise to not keep anything like this from each other, unless we're planning a nice surprise or our future Master requires it."

"Deal."

"Darling?"

"Yes?"

"James left a large deposit inside me. Do you want it?"

I smiled and we kissed lovingly as my dick grew hard again. My lips moved down her chin and at the drop off to her neck I said "I intend to swallow every drop."

I kissed my way down her chest and Suzanne began to share more about her desires for sex and the overwhelming need that builds within her during the day. I lingered a long time at her breasts, teasing her nipples with the tip of my tongue and rewarding them with the cover of my lips and mouth as I listened to her. 

"I wake horny" she began. "After you leave for work, I lay in bed and masturbate thinking about the latest guy I saw."

"Have you ever thought about women when you masturbate?"

"Not really. Maybe once or twice but my desire is about being with men."

"What do you think about?"

"I think about seducing them and building up their confidence so that they take charge and turn me into their own personal slut."

Her honesty fed my lust and I departed her breasts and kissed my way down her body to the main attraction. It had been 30 minutes or more since James' fat cock had stuffed my wife's hole and her pussy still appeared enflamed and red. Her labia lay partially open giving strong indication she was accustomed to receiving large object insertions. And although I had never really looked at her pussy after personally fucking it with my own cock, I was certain that I had never left it looking like this either. Strangely, this truth made my cock swell with lust.

"Does a personal slut want to be owned and encouraged to pleasure friends and strangers?" I asked just as I parted her labia with my thumbs. A pleasure sigh crossed her lips and I heard her say "Yes." Her hole opened easily, exposing its rich red color and musky scent as I applied little pressure with my thumbs. I inhaled sharply and deeply filling myself with her sexual scents. "When will she allow herself such pleasure next?" I asked and then planted a kiss on her open pussy.

"Soon darling" she cooed and then her pitch rose as my lips formed a seal over her open hole and I thrust my tongue inside her. "Oh God," she exclaimed "Right there, yes Oh God Bob" she shouted. I swirled my tongue inside her, thrusting and thrashing to increase her pleasure. As happened on the previous cleaning, I tasted a fraction of his juices combined with her's and knew that eventually I would need my wife to mount herself onto my mouth and let his deposit drip into me. Still, at this juncture of the experience it was quite fun to lay between her legs and lap up her juices.

When her hands found the back of my head she began to grind herself against me. The undulation was slow and with each hump one way or the other my face took on more of her wetness. Just to test the waters a bit I also moved my lips over her hooded clit and licked the small button with the tip of my tongue. Her reaction was instant.

"Oh fuck yeah! You're going to make me cum baby" she wailed and held my head with both hands. Her finger nails dug into my scalp as her grip tightened. Her communication set off my own lust and I thrust my tongue harder against her clit hoping to hear more about her slutty desires. She didn't fail me in the least.

"I'm so glad you're my husband. I need a clean up boy darling because it gets messy down there when I let other men fuck me. When you're at work, I will be taking on cock after cock and when you come home from a busy day you'll simply dive in and eat me out won't you?"

"Uh huh" I mumbled with her pussy in my mouth. "That's it darling, show me you love me and clean me out again just like earlier today. You love his cum don't you?"

I pulled back and said "I do when its fresh out of you."

"It was so hot to watch you suck his cock. I want to see you fluff up my lovers before they fuck me. And afterward we can clean his cock together while I hold his cum in my hot cunt." I sucked hard on Suzanne's clit and she came hard at the same time. "Oh God I'm coming!" she yelled. "Please finish eating me out darling. Fuck I'm coming. Eat me out now Bob you fucking cuckold!" she yelled.

My cock was rock hard again and I humped the mattress with it as I moved my lips back over her hole and fed with my tongue. There was a new amount of moisture to be tasted as Suzanne rode out her orgasm. And as I licked her honey pot she continued to dig her finger nails into my scalp.

Eventually her tension relaxed and her body settled into the mattress. Her breathing grew deeper and her hands let go of their grip on my head. "I think you've probably gotten what you can this way darling. I want to sit on your face so you can drink his load as it drips from my cunt into your mouth."

I pulled away from her swollen wet pussy and said "Jesus Suzanne. You are making me so turned on."

"I'm glad you feel that way because right now I don't think I can stop or control what I say. I just want to sit on your face and hear you swallow."

When Suzanne sat on my face, James' load poured into my mouth and I swallowed audibly. It tasted different, certainly fresh from her pussy but not as fresh as just served. It was old and stale now and if I hadn't had the hard on that I did I probably would have spit it out. Instead, I followed orders and drank and swallowed what she fed me.

While she sat on my face, Suzanne also rode me. She moved back and forth further coating my already slick skin with her juices. It was simply an amazing experience and one I'll want to repeat again and again. I assumed she might intend to dismount my face and impale herself on my own jutting cock but when she did dismount it was so she could jump out of bed and head to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower darling. You can join me if you like" she called back over her shoulder. 

"I think I'll just lay here for a moment" I mumbled. My eyes were heavy and I drifted off to sleep. 

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When I woke it was dark. I needed to pee and went to the bathroom and while standing at the toilet I peered into the shower stall through the open sliding door. Water droplets still clung to the walls and then I remembered Suzanne's invitation to take a shower with her. My body ached, especially my lower jaw and cock. Both had been used extensively as I had to keep my mouth open to eat her out and my cock was sore from all the hard masturbation and fucking. As my thoughts turned to the activities earlier in the day my dick grew again for attention and my heart filled with lust.

After I peed, I went back to the room got dressed and headed out to find my wife. A note set on the kitchen counter. It said "We're out of food. I called for take out and will be back soon. Suzanne." Next to her name she had drawn a heart.

Then just as I looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it was 7:05 pm I heard her car door slam shut and the garage door moving. She was either just arriving or just leaving. I couldn't be sure and so I walked to the connecting door and opened it to find her beaming at me from the other side. "Hi" she said "I went for take out." 

It was Chinese food. Our favorite. "I got you Kung Pao Chicken and I got Szchuan Tofu" she said as she moved past me. I leaned in to kiss her and she kissed me back with enthusiasm. 

"Thanks for letting me sleep. How long was I out?"

"A few hours if you just woke up."

"Yeah I just woke up. You look fantastic" I said.

"That's because I'm in love with you" she said.

I followed her into the kitchen and watched her ass as she set the food down. For forty years old my wife has a figure that a 28 year old woman would envy. I say 28 because that's when I think a girl really turns into a woman. Comparing a woman who is 28 or older to an 18-20 year old is like apples to oranges. 

I reached for her jacket and tugged at the collar as it the material slid down her arms. "Thanks" she said and turned to take it from me. "It's okay I'll go hang it up."

Her face looked pained and I said "what's the matter?"

She looked down at first and her response was delayed as she appeared to consider carefully what she said next. When she looked up again we made eye contact and she began in a whisper "I met someone as the restaurant."

I stood in silence. Her news caught me off guard and I felt uneasiness weigh heavy on my heart. Her news was already becoming a mood killer and it was very strange to feel that way.

"I want him to fuck me Bob. He's very attractive and from what I can tell he's probably hung. Well endowed men are usually so confident I can just pick it up on some sixth sense or something."

"What does that have to do with your jacket?"

"His card is in the side pocket. I didn't want you to find it and think I was keeping it from you."

"So that's why you're telling me now?" I asked as calmly as I could. Her expressed desire to be fucked by this stranger turned me on and my dick rose again just on that thought.

She nodded her head as she looked at me with glazing eyes. "His name is Raphael. He was in line ahead of me and we just started talking. I felt him undress me with is eyes."

Immediately I pictured some Latino dressed in black jeans and a tee shirt with a gold chain around his neck. He probably cupped his crotch and told her in Spanish what he wanted to do to her. 

"We said we weren't going to keep secrets like this from each other any more."

"I just didn't expect to hear such news so soon."

"I didn't expect to meet someone so soon either. I'm sorry. Did I upset you?"

"That's part of it...I'm supposed to feel disappointment. It just sucks when it shows up." 

"I don't want to hurt you Bob. That's not right."

"I know it's fucked up, but I can't help it. The thought of you pleasured in another man's arms while I watch or even behind my back or you call and tell me it's happening while I'm at the office just turns me on incredibly."

"I know it does darling. I just want to make sure that I'm doing right by you this time. Okay?"

"What did you tell Raphael about yourself?"

"Let's go sit and eat. I'm starved and I'll tell you everything."

In the dining room, I put her jacket over a chair back and then we sat next to one another and ate for a few minutes in silence. The food tasted wonderful and felt good filling my stomach. As my hunger slowed my brain seemed to relax too and then Suzanne spoke.

"You asked what I told him?"

I nodded as I chewed my food.

"Raphael understands I'm married and he invited me to his office tomorrow for lunch."

"What did you tell him?"

"I accepted. That's when he gave me his business card."

"That's it?"

"No. He asked that I dress professionally and to be prepared for the unexpected."

"What do you suppose he meant by that?"

"I don't know but I want to find out" she said smiling back at me.

"Where is his office? Is it safe?"

"His card is in my jacket pocket. Take it out and see."

I trembled slightly as I considered what she just said. It was like a dare and I suddenly felt nervous. She continued eating as I got out of my chair and then I felt her eyes on me as I lifted her jacket and searched the right hand pocket. I extracted the card and read it. Raphael Sunkiss. "Interesting name" I mumbled.

"Interesting guy" she said back and ate some more.

"His office is in the same building as mine" I said.

"So it's pretty safe then?"

"Yeah, it looks like he's on the penthouse floor."

"Where is your's in comparison?"

"My office is on a high middle floor. It's much more affordable than where he is" I said with confidence.

"You have a wonderful office darling. I thought maybe I could stop by on my way to meet him."

"That could drive me insane with lust. I wouldn't be able to work all afternoon."

Suzanne laughed. "I have a feeling that's going to be a recurring challenge for you isn't it? Knowing your wife is with another man while you work."

I nodded. She had me there. 

"People may talk, are you prepared for that?"

"How so?" I asked.

"Your co-workers will see me dressed up and I may even go back to your office so everyone there sees me. We'll talk briefly and then I'll leave. I could time my visit to 11:30 and leave in time for my lunch date in his office by 12 noon."

I looked at Suzanne quizzically as I didn't follow what she was saying.

"Bob you need to understand that I am attracted to Raphael and if he wants to escort me out of the building with his arm wrapped around my waist I'm willing to let him do that regardless of who sees us. Have you thought about what you will say to your co-workers when they tell you they saw your wife with a well-dressed, attractive and younger man?"

"No I haven't. What do you think I should say?"

She laughed again and said "Bob do you understand I'm giving you every chance to stop this and you're not doing anything of the kind?"

"I have read and masturbated to stories like that where the wanton wife teases her husband with visits to his office and is later seen by co-workers or his friends as she entertains another man. It's hot for me to fantasize like that. I want to try."




Filling the Glass Ch. 03



"People won't forget. I don't care about me. I hardly ever visit, but you've worked really hard to be where you are. Are you willing to risk it all?"

"Can you be discrete there? I'll know the truth but can you protect me that way and just be discrete when you're with him in our building?"

"I'll try, but I can't promise that. He's really attractive and his voice is gives me goose bumps. He's the kind of man that a girl wants to go down on in a public setting without worrying about who watches."

I rubbed my crotch while Suzanne spoke. My dick was growing hard and painful again. I had cum too much already today and now she was filling my head with more ideas than I could handle. Pain or not I was hard and needing to rub.

"He could also have me giving him a sloppy blow job in his office and then send me home with his cum dripping down my chin."

"Oh God" I said and opened my pants. My cock sprang out, burning for attention and my hand found him right away. Suzanne gazed at my cock as she got up out of her chair and then she approached me with her lips parted. When she stood close, face me, she whispered "I could stop back by your office again and ask for you at the reception desk." He hand pushed mine away from my cock and grasped my shaft firmly in her fist. "Everyone will know I gave someone head. The proof will be on my face. My hair will be messy and my blouse may even be unbuttoned more than usual." Her eyes bore into mine as her fist slowly moved back and forth over my cock. "I'll shut the door to your office and crawl on your desk. We'll be face to face, as close as we are now and you will see what I let him do." Her fisted fingers reached my crown and she twisted her grip in a corkscrew fashion, giving me intense pleasure. "It will be your moment of truth. If you kick me out then, everyone will know you are strong. If you lick my face clean, everyone will know you are pussy-whipped when I walk out of there." I swallowed hard and my cock throbbed in Suzanne's hand. She moved her way down until she was kneeling and just before she took my dick into her mouth she said "I want you to think about what you'll do tomorrow when I'm on your desk wearing a face full of Raphael's cum." 

I inhaled sharply as Suzanne inhaled my cock. My brain was overloaded with ideas and imagery: faces of co-workers lining the hallways, laughing at me; Suzanne's cum coated face, her messy hair, her glazed eyes. I looked down at her and watched as she brushed my cock with her warm full lips. The head job was heavenly and I stood with my hands at my sides so that I could watch everything she did. She seemed contented in what she was doing, going at a pace that felt reasonable and wonderful. It was not a race to a finish but a prolonged moment of pleasure. Back and forth her lips moved over my shaft to the crown ridge and back down to the base again. Each pass increased my pleasure and kept me hard and presumably just where she wanted me. Then she seemed to pick up the pace and apply greater lip pressure under my crown as she raked her lips across it.

"God Suzanne, I'm going to cum" I whispered. "What you're doing feels so good."

She stopped sucking and grasped my cock firmly in her hand. "I'm glad because I think if you're going to be my cuckold husband then you should do what I want don't you think?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Good, because I need to get off my knees and go sit on the couch."

"I can do that" I said, thinking she'll suck me off there.

"I'm glad you're so understanding Bob. I really appreciate it. We've had an exhausting day and I'd just like to watch a pay per view and then go to bed. I think I'm going to have another big day tomorrow and I want to be at my best for Raphael."

"Are you serious? You're not going to finish me off?"

"No. Not tonight."



Filling the Glass Ch. 04



story continues where chapter 3 left off. as you can tell by the description line, this story takes on a new twist...happy reading!

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If my cock hadn't been as sore as it was, her exercise in authoritative wifedom would have had a greater impact on me. Still, I filed her resolution away in the back of my brain to let it stew into some prolific fantasy I could use on a future masturbation mission. 

We watched tv for awhile and Suzanne held the remote as she scrolled the on-screen guide for something suitable. Her style of looking is more than aggravating as she doesn't quite know the right buttons on the remote and she has to read every word one at a time. It takes too damn long and after two pages of slow moving guide content, I excused myself to use the restroom. I didn't have to go but I needed a break. 

Somehow while I was in the bathroom I managed to pre-occupy myself with checking out my cock in the mirror, inspecting it and teasing it to determine the pain level if it firmed up. I couldn't seem to get it up so I just zipped up my pants and started combing my hair. When I tired of the built up static electricity in my hair, I picked my nose clean, scratched my butt and then returned to the tv room.

I was amazed at what I found Suzanne watching. It was pay per view porn. "Honey come watch this with me" she said when she heard me. A hot blond starlet with fake tits was having her throat stuffed with big porn cock. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her makeup was smeared in several places. She moaned as the stud forced her to keep his cock in her throat.

"What is this?"

"Honey I hope you don't mind. I thought we could just watch some mindless porn and then go to bed."

I sat down next to her and watched the screen. The girl got on all fours and stuck her ass out. The guy told her to reach back and pry her cheeks open and then he spit between them. His saliva pooled on her anus and then a close-up showed her anus open and close like a wink. Amazingly, the saliva went inside much like a toilet flush.

"I can't believe we just saw that" I said and started laughing.

I looked over at Suzanne. Her mouth was open in disbelief.

"I guess we just saw the same thing" I said and kept laughing.

She turned to me and said "I can do that too."

"What?" I stopped laughing.

"Gotcha!" 

"Oh you suck!" I said back to her. "I fall for you every time."

Suzanne's gaze turned back to the screen. "The guy has a huge cock. She's really going to feel him stretch her open." I was still looking at Suzanne. Her head didn't move as she focused on the screen. "Jesus that looks hot. I haven't taken it up the ass in ages." She was animated now but still watching, not turning to look at me. It was a subtlety in her demeanor and I doubt she even saw it herself. But I noticed it and made a mental note to meditate about it later so I could accept her focus on something else while I'm in the same room. "James doesn't do me there. I kinda want to go there with Raphael" she said as her voice trailed off again.

This time I looked at the screen. Mr. Big Dick had stuffed his mast into the young woman's ass. There was about two inches of cock still showing and the woman was squealing and moaning loudly. Then he put his hands on her small hips and attempted to pull her closer and she tried to pull away. "No!" she yelled. "You're too big."

"Oh what a fucking baby" said Suzanne. "Just take it bitch. In a minute or two you're going to be creaming" she shouted.

I looked at Suzanne again. She was sitting back on the couch with her knees open and feet on the floor. Her hands were massaging her crotch and then she turned to look at me and said "what?"

"I've never seen you like this before."

"Sorry. I guess I got carried away."

"No. It's okay. I didn't mean it like that. Your enthusiasm turns me on."

She smiled. "Okay." She traced a finger on her chest, circling an outline of her left breast and then her right. "I like the power you are giving me" she began. "It's addictive. I'm already thinking of a lots of things I can do to you" she giggled.

"Like what?"

"They're just private thoughts right now. When I want to share you'll find out then."

I frowned inwardly. Her tease was devilish. 

"I have to say, I think you're taking my decision to deny your orgasm after dinner pretty well. Why is that?"

"I can't cum like I used to. It's hurts after three orgasms in one day."

She leaned closer to me and asked "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Just when I get an erection and if I masturbate through the pain and have an orgasm, there is a pounding discomfort no matter what I do."

"I'm sorry to hear that" she said and put her hand on my crotch. "I was feeling guilty for leaving you blue earlier and thinking about finishing you off because you've been such a good boy about it." Her hand caressed my crotch and my dick throbbed while I winced at the attention she was giving.

"Ooh, you're hard darling. Are you in pain now?"

"Just when it throbs."

She opened her mouth and licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. It was intentional provocation and damn sexy too. She made me want her mouth on my dick again. 

"You decide then darling." She reached for my head and combed her fingers through my hair and teased my left ear with her finger nails. "I'm offering to give you head right here on the couch while you watch this porno. All you have to do is ask."

I smiled and considered her offer. It was a great offer but I knew that if I did accept, the amount of pain I'd feel later would be awful.

"Can I take a rain check?"

"Of course you can darling. I just don't know when I'll be willing to fulfill it. You understand don't you?"

I nodded. "I'm just afraid of the pain. It gets unbearable."

"It's probably best then that you don't put your dick in my mouth then because if you did, I'd suck it harder than ever."

I closed my eyes and tried to relax. She acknowledged my discomfort and yet she upped the pressure to entice my surrender anyway. It was a dominant move and I believed the consequence of turning her down was just as real. I now faced the real possibility that I may never get an opportunity like this again.

"Suzanne" I began. "I'd love for you to suck off my dick while I watch the movie."

She smiled and said nothing as I reached for my belt, deftly unbuckling it. Then she opened my pants and freed my cock and said "I don't want to hurt you Bob. But I'm going to because you want me too. Is that about right?"

I nodded.

"Then let me off the hook and ask me to suck you off as hard as I want. When you are pain you will have only yourself to blame." She looked at me and waited as her hand slowly stroked up my shaft. Before she stroked downward, I blurted out my surrender.

"Please suck me off Suzanne. I'm willing to blame myself for any discomfort I have during and afterward."

"Thank you darling. There's just one more thing. I'd like to tie you up before I give you this fantastic blow job."

"Huh? What? Why?"

"You're much bigger than me. If it hurts when I suck you hard, I don't want you hurting me in return."

"I wouldn't do that Suzanne. I've never hit you. I just wouldn't."

"I know not intentionally. It would be an accident and that's not a risk I'm comfortable with."

"Where do you want to tie me?"

"We could go into the guest bedroom. I could tie you down to the bed posts" she giggled. "What do you say? I think it will be fun."

"Okay."

"I'll even let you watch one of your hot wife movies."

"I'm sorry I hid them."

"You've hidden something else from me too haven't you?"

I thought back to our conversation earlier when she lay on the guest bed masturbating and I found her watching one of my hidden movies. One by one I accounted for each of the movies she mentioned and reconciled it with my memory of what was in the shoe box stashed on the upper shelf of the closet. It was possible that she hadn't found everything but I couldn't quite put a finger on it. She didn't seem terribly mad at the moment so I just said "I can't think of anything right now but I suppose I will after you tie me up?"

She nodded and smiled. "I'm going to turn your life upside down and love every minute darling. Let's go." Then she kissed the tip of my cock and got up off the couch. 

"What about the movie?"

"It will be over soon. Just shut it off."

I shut it off and winced inwardly as I did so. I don't like wasting anything be it food or pay per view. At least it was only one channel and thought I was curious about the price and could have viewed recent purchases on screen but I didn't. Suzanne was in the kitchen digging something out of the utility drawer by the time I caught up with her. "Go on ahead darling, brush your teeth and then strip. You'll want to sleep after we're done and I think you might be too exhausted to do anything else after we done."

My pants tented as I walked to our bathroom, brushed my teeth and then walked into our closet. There I stripped and then made the walk back to the guest room. Suzanne was waiting for me when I returned. She held a scissors in one hand and a new package of soft rope. In short order, I lay on the bed and she bound my wrists to the headboard posts and my ankles to the footboard posts. She left enough slack that I could move about while at the same time still feel securely bound. After I struggled a bit, it became very clear that my wife was in a position to do me real harm if she wanted to. The view of her holding the scissors was incredibly frightening.

Thank God she put them down and began to strip. When her clothes were draped over the guest chair, she turned to me with her hands on her hips and said "I know about Mistress Noel. Want to tell me about that?"

I closed my eyes in guilt. How in the world she found that out was beyond me. 

"Someone called from the phone sex site you use. Your credit card expired and they wanted to be paid." 

"And they told you about her?" I asked feeling anger at the fucking phone sex company. 

"I paid your bill and added some credits for you to use. It's on my credit card. My treat."

"I pay your credit card bills. How much did you add?"

"I guess you haven't been in there in a while."

"I had a log in problem. So you're not mad?"

"I was surprised and disappointed, but I cheated on you too and at least your way was non-physical. So I deferred anger until a future time when it might be of some use."

"Like now?"

"Yes" she said and moved her right hand to her crotch. Two fingers pressed her clit and she began to pleasure herself.

"I've been calling Mistress Noel for only a short period of time" I began. "I like her voice. She tells wicked stories that excite me."

"Do you masturbate while she's on the phone with you?"

"Yes."

"Does she play along with you?"

"No."

Suzanne frowned. "Why not?"

"She probably gets a lot of calls and can't do that for everyone. I probably haven't impressed her enough."

"I called her" said Suzanne.

Up to this point the conversation had promise but now I had reason to be fearful. I shared a lot of detail about my wife and I with this woman thinking it would never come back to me. 

"How did you do that exactly?"

"I logged into your account and saw all your favorites. You can find out a lot about your husband's secret life by having such access. You've been a busy boy for a number of years haven't you?"

"Yes" I said and then closed my eyes. A blanket of shame and fear covered my entire body and I trembled for the first time since I could remember.

"I considered divorcing you. It was a lot to take all at once. Do you realize you've spent over $25,000 in phone sex calls over three and half years?"

"No. You want to divorce me? Please don't leave me. I love you Suzanne. I'm sorry. I'll reform. I promise."

"I know you do. She told me. Your Mistress Noel did. She says of all her clients you talk about me like I'm an angel. It's so sweet darling. I can't tell you just how good that made me feel, even though you came for her and not me."

That stung. Another level of panic set in and I didn't say anything.

"Darling you've lost your hard on."

I lifted my head and looked downward. In all the sudden news I hadn't noticed that detail. Suzanne surprised me and got on the bed and knelt beside me. She grasped my dick with both hands and pressed her fingers onto it in an alternating fashion. Then she lowered her head and said in a playful voice "come on little Bob, time to get hard and play again." Then she kissed the tip a few times and took my rising dick into her mouth. It felt heavenly. There was no pain and I began to relax as my cock grew. When it was very erect, she began to suck it hard and all of a sudden I felt the pain I had worried about. It came quickly and was very sharp. While I shouted "Ow!, my body's reaction was to draw away from her mouth but the mattress gave me nowhere to go. None of this deterred Suzanne. She simply moved her hands to my butt and sucked me as hard as she could to the back of her throat. For what seemed like an eternity but was perhaps a minute, Suzanne moved her mouth back and forth over my hardened shaft. She alternated between light deep throating which was very pleasurable and hard sucking which was very painful. 

After about a minute, she stopped sucking and lightly fisted my cock with her right hand. "Noel says you spoil her with gifts and high dollar call rates. What is that all about?"

"I'm afraid to tell you. You might get angry and I'm in a very vulnerable position."

"We agreed we're not going to have secrets anymore. You need to tell me for the sake of our marriage darling."

"It's highly addictive. I rub my cock while I'm on the phone and she sends me pay per view emails. I pay the price and then view the letter and usually she sends me a picture."

Suzanne continued slowly caressing my cock. The attention felt wonderful and kept my dick very firm.

"I saw the pictures. They're very pretty but not her. You know that right?"

"Yes. But she says to look into the model's eyes and know that if she were in the room with me, I'd feel her power as she stared at me like the woman in the photo."

"And you believed her?"

"Yes."

"Yes you do. I saw your emails and feedback to her. I can't believe you told her your real name."

"She seems trustworthy. You don't know her like I do. It's going to be okay. She's not going to hurt me."

"You've done all that on your own. I saw your public declaration to her on her feedback page. You claim you love her and spelled out your entire name: Robert John Wilson. You never go by Robert. What's up with that?"

"She likes to call me that. I don't know why but I kind of like it."

"She likes me too" said Suzanne as she climbed onto me and slipped my cock inside her. She ground onto me slowly and I felt my cock throb in pleasure and pain.

"I had phone sex with her and she masturbated with me. I gave her a $1000 tip at the beginning of the call and told her I wasn't interested in the pictures or being financially dominated. The tip was intended to hurt you and reward her at the same time."

"You're serious? You gave her $1000?"

"Uh huh. It was a rush. I can see why you do it. She made my pussy so wet it was incredible. I almost gave her another grand at the end of the call."

"Jesus Christ Suzanne. We can't afford that."

"You're going to have to find a way if you want us in your life."

"She's been reasonable with me, working with my budget restrictions this holiday period. You're showing her she can run over both of us."

"No darling, just you. We both are. I've got some other news for you too."

"What's that?"

"I changed your password. You have to pay me first if you want to call her again" she giggled. "You'll want to call her too because if you ever want to see me with Raphael or any other lover you'll need to get her permission and the secret password."

My cock roared with strength and fought through tremendous pain at Suzanne's audacity. 

"Ooh" she cooed. "Your cock feels wonderful darling" she said and ground herself harder and faster against it. "I love fucking like this. Does it hurt good?"

I nodded as she leaned down to kiss me. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I felt completely dominated. My finances were a mess, my wife is a sexual dynamo and my cock was expanding like it was getting ready to unleash a new load and at the same time I felt a new level of pain shooting through my cock. She ended our kiss and rose upward as she moved faster and faster, impaling and slamming her crotch against my body. It felt good and it hurt and there was simply nothing I could do. My cock had gone beyond betrayal and was now pleasuring my wife at my expense. 

Suzanne's hard pounding movements and high pitch cries were having a new physical impact on me too. I was feeling light headed and faintly heard her cry out in orgasm as I too unleashed my torrent of cum. I think I told her I was coming and then about five seconds later I smiled and passed out.

++++

When I came to, it was light out. Birds were chirping outside and my arms felt numb. Then I realized I was still lying on our guest bed and bound to it by my wrists and ankles. 

"Suzanne!" I called out and then listened. "Come untie me please," I need to get ready for work.

There was no answer, though I could hear the plumbing in the walls so I called out again. "SUZANNE! SUZANNE! SUZANNE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Still there was no response. She was probably in the shower and therefore would never hear me so I just lay there and tried to relax and wait it out. While I did that I must have drifted off to sleep again because the next thing I knew, she was seated on the bed beside me and she was fully dressed. She looked beautiful. Her hair was all made up and she wore fresh makeup and bright red lipstick. 

"Hi darling, how do you feel?"

"What time is it?"

She looked at her wrist. "It's almost 11:30. I need to get going" she said and stood up. She had on a red dress that scooped low in front and stopped at mid-thigh. 

"11:30? In the morning? Why didn't you wake me? And why haven't you untied me?"

"Yes darling. It's 11:30 in the morning. You passed out on me last night. I fucked you so hard you passed out so I decided to let you sleep in. Don't worry. I called your office and told them you were feeling ill today."

"You did what?"

"I gave them the day off too. Now you don't have to worry about me using discretion with Raphael at your building."

"Suzanne come on, be smart. I need those people working. We have bills to pay."

"Relax darling. It's just one day. They'll be back to work tomorrow and so will you."

"Please untie me Suzanne. I need to go to the bathroom."

"Nice try."

"I'm serious. I feel like I'm about to burst."

She stared at me and held her lips together. "I can't hold it any longer."

"Oh yes you can" she said.

"No...I don't think I can" I said and then my fountain of yellow began. It shot up high, arced toward the door and fell onto the carpet.

"Jesus Bob Wilson! You are incredulous. I can't believe you just did that."

Once it started I had no way to stop it and simply let it flow until the last trickles dripped down the side of my cock and landing in a pool between my legs. 

"You didn't give me any choice Suzanne. Now come on. Please untie me. I still have to take a dump and things will be a lot worse if that happens while I'm in this bed."

"I tell you what" she began and lifted the scissors she left on the bed side table the evening before. "I'll cut the rope on your right wrist and you can untie yourself from there."

"Why can't you just cut them all off?"

"I don't want you to stop me from going to meet Raphael."

"I asked for this didn't I?" I asked feeling a moment of clarity.




Filling the Glass Ch. 04



"Yes you did."

"I suppose its not going to stop anytime soon is it?"

"No. I don't think it will."

"Promise me you'll watch out for your safety with this guy."

"I have my mace but I shouldn't need it. Thanks for worrying though" she said and then cut the rope holding my right wrist to the headboard. "Now I must be going. I'm late as it is and I don't want him to think I've blown him off."

"You can call him from your cell phone."

"I know darling. Thanks" she said and then she blew me a kiss and walked out the door. I sat upright and untied my left wrist in about 30 seconds. It took her about that long to go out the back door too. But I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about one thing and one thing only. To get to the bathroom and sit on the toilet before it was too late.